Olivia Thinks Sebastian Is Cesario
I have seen some unusual things going around.
There is this woman named Olivia I have found.
She is someone I absolutely don't know.
The strangest thing is: she keeps calling me "Cesario".
Here I am in this unusual land named Illyria.
I still don't know the fate of my sister Viola.
Olivia is a noble woman and quite fair to me.
Out of nowhere, she is already suggesting matrimony.
How convenient to have a priest standing nearby.
This way, the clergyman can unite Olivia and I.
Based on the play "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare.
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